Chapter 6 Information

Return to the police station car.

Edward sat alone in the back row and looked at the co-pilot.

"Have you found the information about the homeless man?"

"I found it."

The subordinate sitting on the co-pilot twisted his body and reported—

"Jason, 2nd Infantry Division, Captain."

"Have participated in the 'Lanqiao Blocking Battle', 'Golden Blitz', 'Durburg Recapture Battle', 'Sheldon Siege', 'The Thirty-Three-Day Protracted Battle', and..."

Speaking of this, the subordinate hesitated.

"Say."

Edward increased his tone.

"He fought 40 times behind enemy lines."

"Complete the beheading mission 20 times."

"It's all done by one person, without support or supplies."

After the subordinate finished speaking, he couldn't help swallowing.

As a soldier, this subordinate knows very well what this information represents.

"Such a dangerous person makes him return to the city."

"Is there shit in the brains of the top military?"

Edward cursed in a low voice.

Then, right away, Edward calmed down.

"Why was he discharged from the army?"

Edward asked.

"There is no detail in the documentation."

"Just talking about PTSD."

"He's seen a psychiatrist, but nothing works."

The subordinate replied, and, without Edward asking, he continued: "I have just sent someone to ask the Hannibal psychiatrist, but the other party is unwilling to disclose Jason's situation."

"You didn't tell them, this is for the safety of the entire Xinde City?"

Edward frowned.

"Informed."

"But the doctor stood his ground."

"When we took the necessary steps, he brought our people down, threatened our people, and if it offended his beliefs as a psychiatrist again, he took our people's intestines out and stewed them with beans. ."

The subordinate was helpless.

Although they belong to the special operations team, they are sometimes very restrictive.

Especially when it comes to someone with a very high reputation.

Coincidentally, this psychiatrist Hannibal is such a person.

The other party is not only the personal psychiatrist of several big men, but also set up a charity fund to help orphans after the war.

It is impossible for such a character to use necessary measures in the true sense.

"Take the intestines out and stew with beans?"

"Hmph, funny."

Edward looked a little dismissive.

What is a psychiatrist talking about?

And the subordinate was hesitant to say anything.

"Say."

Edward said coldly.

"I don't think the doctor was joking."

"Our people reported that the doctor should be a veteran.

"

"When he was looked at, his heart froze."

Subordinates report.

"Um?"

Edward frowned.

He trusted his subordinates.

Since his subordinates say that the other party is a veteran, then the other party must be a veteran.

"Look at those bastards first."

"When these bastards are all cleaned up, we'll investigate that doctor."

Edward ordered.

"Yes!"

The subordinate replied.

Then, the subordinate looked at his captain and said cautiously:

"Captain, it's impossible for someone like Jason to join those bastards?"

"He's a hero!"

"His resume, if he doesn't retire from the army, he can become a school officer!"

The subordinate said so.

"Those bastards were once... heroes."

Edward replied.

The tone was involuntary.

He looked out the car window.

"hero?"

"That's in the past."

"They're bastards now!"

Edward whispered to himself.

The subordinate stopped speaking, with a deep puzzlement and sigh in his eyes.

Nobody knows what happened.

But the fact is that it exists.

For a while, the car fell into silence.

Only the sound of the engine remained.

Then--

"The main station is calling, Director Edward!"

"The main station is calling, Director Edward!"

There was a sound of electric current, and the car radio began to chime.

"I am Edward."

Edward picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Director Edward, the 'Watchdog Pastry House' you attended, reported the case again, saying that bloodstains were found in the trash can across the street."

'Watchdog Pastry House'? !

Edward's hand on the walkie-talkie trembled.

MMP, he hasn't gone back yet!

The bottom of his heart was tumbling like thunder in the Tianshan Mountains, but Edward, who was calm on the surface, replied lightly, "I see."

...

Less than half an hour apart.

Jason saw Edward again.

The car of the newly appointed 'Special Deputy Commissioner' stopped at the gate of the 'Watchdog Pastry House' again.

Edward, who got out of the car, glanced at Jason and walked directly to the trash can.

Edward's subordinates have once again imposed martial law and sealed off the scene.

When the lid of the trash can was opened, Edward's emaciated face darkened rarely.

The same goes for the police officers around the blockade of the scene.

And not just because of the heads in the trash cans.

Also because this head is theirs.

"'scarecrow'!"

"He's not staring at this..."

The subordinate who reported to Edward couldn't help exclaiming after seeing the head in the trash can.

"Bancy."

Edward stopped the assistant's exclamation.

Bansi immediately stopped talking.

"Arrange people to search here."

"Be sure to find the body of the 'Scarecrow'."

Edward ordered.

"Yes."

The people around him responded at the same time.

Then, immediately spread out and act.

Edward stood there thinking.

'Scarecrow' is the most senior and heavy-handed one of his subordinates. He has both rich experience and corresponding skills, and he wears firearms along with it.

Therefore, the 'Scarecrow' has become the candidate to stalk here.

However, Edward never imagined that in less than half an hour, one of his capable men would be separated.

who did it?

Edward thought, his eyes subconsciously looked at the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

At this time, Jason asked the carpenter to change the door again.

Sensing Edward's gaze, Jason turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

The next moment, Edward stepped forward.

"Talk about?"

Edward said.

"Talk about what?"

Jason asked.

"Talk about your experience."

"Talk about the head that belongs to my subordinate in that trash can."

"Talk about whether you noticed anything."

Edward glanced around the store while talking, and then his eyes naturally locked on Jason's trolley.

"Can I take a look?"

Edward asked, keeping his eyes on Jason.

"Can."

Jason said frankly.

The ice hockey mask and the wide-bladed short-handled machete have long been placed in a safe place, and he is not afraid to check them.

Edward did not act.

Just looking at Jason.

Then, the other party asked.

"Have you noticed anything before?"

"No."

"I was cleaning before."

Jason said truthfully.

When he picked up those pastries, all his attention was on the food, and he didn't even notice what was going on outside.

It doesn't matter how high or low the perception is, it's just because the attention is too concentrated.

However, Edward did not believe it.

"yes?"

He asked a rhetorical question, and then, just as he spoke again—

boom!